Tis a Point I Long to Know
Tis a point I long to know, and oft it causes anxious thought.
Do I love the Lord or no, am I His or am I not?
If I love why am I thus? Why this cold, this lifeless frame?
Hardly sure can they be worse, who have never heard His name.
Could my heart so hard remain? Prayer a task, a burden prove?
Every trifle give me pain, if I knew a Saviour’s love?
If I pray or hear or read, sin is mixed with all I do.
You that love the Lord indeed, tell me, is it thus with you?
Yet I mourn my stubborn will. Find my sin a grief, a thrall.
Could I grieve for what I feel, if I did not love at all?
Could I joy His saints to meet? Choose the ways I once abhorred?
Find at times the promise sweet, if I did not love the Lord?
Lord decide the doubtful case, Thou Who art Thy people’s Sun.
Shine upon Thy work of grace, if it be indeed begun.
Let me love Thee more and more, if I love at all I pray.
If I have not loved before, help me to begin today.
|
